They weren't supposed to be anything. Just two grown-ups, a little chemistry, and a lot of mutual understanding: keep it casual. No strings, no drama. But when a surprise pregnancy turns their perfectly easy arrangement into something impossibly complicated, Nina and Harry are forced to figure out what it means to raise a baby together - without losing their sanity... or their hearts. It's not a love story. At least, it wasn't meant to be. ---- I've completed the story but I will publish 2 chapters a day only :)

This is the story of Harry and Rose - two souls learning how to bloom together in the light and shadow of fame. Between quiet mornings and stolen glances, whispered songs and tabloid storms, they find themselves growing - tangled but tender - in a garden that isn't always kind to love. It's not just about falling in love, but learning how to keep it alive when everyone wants to see it wilt. A story about music, privacy, and the courage it takes to keep something beautiful alive under constant sun.

Heath and Teagan only agree on one thing: they don't want to be in a relationship. Teagan, who is busy finishing her law degree, needs a break from the stress of living up to her parents' expectations. Heath is following his passion and starting his career as a physical therapist, but his family's drama is tearing his life apart behind the scenes. As members of the same friend group, Heath and Teagan will be around each other plenty during wedding season, whether they like it or not. With no time or desire to date, the two come to an agreement: pre-scheduled hookups through the summer or until something real comes along. A situational relationship, otherwise known as a situationship. Their arrangement seems perfect. If their past doesn't come back to bite them.

They never expected to crash into each other-and even less expected a friendship to turn into something more. Can they navigate distance, independence, and feelings that refuse to stay "just friends"?

[Completed] [MATURE CONTENT / 18+] In which an escort agrees to be the third in a marriage that's hanging by a thread. You know our love would be tragic So you don't pay it, don't pay it no mind. We live with no lies, you're my favourite kind of night.

"It is you before anything, Freyja." Mercia, 798AD. A Viking clan burned her village to the ground, and she fled from the chaos only to be followed by a fearsome Vikingr. But he was not what she was expecting. Where he was cruel to others, he was a completely liquified haven for her. Originally posted as a Daydream, but decided to give Valhallarry his own story. The amazing Vikingrry edit is by @ashley_mariav on Twitter. I DO NOT CONDONE TRANSLATIONS OR PDF PRINTING OF MY WORK. Started: 5/4/2022

// "Y'know, you're just like your name." "What do you mean?" "You crept into my life and now I'm covered in you, wrapped up in Ivy in every aspect of my life, m'surrounded by you." // In which sometimes work is more than capitalist labour and sometimes you just have to wait a few years for your soulmate.